As we lay spooned, the smooth caress of your body dips into unison with my hips as if we're intertwined in time and we make slow rotations in rhythmic formations simulating love making

Then my lips press dense to your neck and the scent you present becomes combined with mine and you take each of your breaths with every ****, bite, caress my lips have left. As you turn your body around to face me, though we can't see I can feel your eyes gleam and the steam of our passion reside in my sheets

And my hands slowly run up the sides of your frame and feel for the tip of your ****** and squeeze ever so gentle as you wince at the  sensation of your breast as the catalyst for the creation of heat in your sweet crease.

Then I trail sweet kisses along the length of your ear, softly ******* the lobe and a single probe of my tongue inside your hearing hole makes your hips raise from my bed frame.

Your natural call says it all and you lead my head low but I pause to embrace and graze in your womanly hills. My lips perch on your ****** and **** soft then hard rifts of chords sheet music couldn't even record as I play in tune to you and your needs my tongue meets and retreats in a rapid repeat against your **** and your private parts begin to pulsate with anticipation of coexisting relations with mine.

In time I make sure to graze and embrace each of your womanly hills and the thrill that chills me as you claw my back and wrap your gravity around me pulling down, down.

Here I find myself at the valley of your mountains where I want to dive into your lake but I don't dare to taste with out making my trail to the peak and back down to where you leak sweetly. So I allow my tongue to trace licks of alphabets and soft nips from my teeth sealed with the kiss of my lips trailing wide across your inner thighs to the fold of your knee and trail kisses back down slowly.

You can call it teasing, but I'm pleasing you as I'm breathing you in and out letting my warm whisp slip over your **** and your legs split open with yearning for my long awaited sip so I part your lips before I grip each of your thighs and pin them aside.

You welcome me into your pink dream with the lift of your hips to the tip of my tongue as I open my lips and let my tongue trace a flick from the top of your prepuce to the tip of your **** as I **** firmly on your sweet drips in tandem to the flicking licks my tongue emits.

Deep in your gut you start to feel a fluster that thrusts thru you sending you numb, I say "babe, ***" as I continue my quest and your breaths tremor and your legs give out in a fit of quivering weakness as your body collapse as you reach your ******.

I let your body rest before laying spooned with you as your body dips into unison with my hips as if we're intertwined in time and we make slow rotations in rhythmic formations simulating love making all over again

I'm a song stuck on repeat
A broken record
Always looking for answers
Feeling broken and lost
Tired of waiting for time to do its job
Stuck on repeat
looking for a skip button
So I can have a happy ending too
Tired of playing life's victim
just don't know how to find my way back to the lighted path
I'm a song on repeat
repeating all the things that are wrong
Repeating all the cries for help
Stuck in a ravine with no way out
No one to hold the other end of a rope to get out
Hearing all the same things echoing around me
Everyone is rushing about avoiding eye contact
Like they are afraid of what I have to say
Afraid of what they may see in my eyes
Can't find the right answers
Stuck on repeat

Step One: Write down on a piece of lined paper that living is a-okay.
Step Two: Tell yourself that Step One is malarkey but realistic.  
Step Three: Make a campfire and have some sweet shish kebabs with strawberries, marshmallows, and bananas.
Step Four: Burn the stick when you finish. (It'll be more satisfying.)
Step Five: Watch five or six episodes of your favorite show and regret every second of it.
Step Six: Learn a bunch of useless facts about a specific animal and relentlessly tell them to your family or friends. ( Or even a stranger if you are feeling dangerous.)
Step Seven: Jump/get throw into a cold pool and as you flail around feel the goosebumps on your skin and the weightlessness of your bones.
Step Eight: Throw a party, and clean up the mess the next morning.
Step Nine: Sit in front of a desk with pen in hand.
Step Ten: Repeat Step One and skip Step Two.